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A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?